The night air is alive with the jubilant cries, its heart beating to the rhythm of drums and the melody of pipes singing of old tales and new beginnings. Noche de las Almas Pasadas, a night woven from the threads of remembrance and the vibrant tapestry of life, has unfolded beneath the watchful gaze of the stars, each twinkle a silent homage to the souls remembered.

In the village’s central square, life overflowed, and cobblestones have disappeared beneath the feet of dancers telling tales of...